I have no mouth and I must scream
“I have no mouth but I must scream.”
The injustices thrown at me. I must condemn
Who? Myself? THEM? Yeah! Them!; the ones I think are.
Perceptions lead me to
The paper illusions that color our minds.
Are we trapped inside our walls or the house's?
Outside is death.
As I dream my existence; I question the intrusions thrust upon me from who knows where.
Virus from some time and place, forced into my hard built unique universe. Forcing me to see all is not illusion designed to keep away the pain of people and things. That we share a subjective reality. Bah! I refuse to alter my reality. I'm going out.
The eerie quite of the empty streets, as Dylan said “to dead for dreaming”, leave me shivering.
I hear you screaming David. Your scream is an echo of mine.
I share your feeling you are not alone.. We al all one.
I escape to my web trance world where it eats my soul and only the trolls speak to me and only if I upset them in there quest to control the native. Freedom of speech is something i miss and only the fear of the man watching me and coming down on with his mighty hammer.
I am the last American man